The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The fog rolled in from the marsh, thick as wool, swallowing the streetlamps one by one. Warden Elias Thorne stood at the window. His hands were still. They had been still for years. He watched the gray mist press against the glass. It looked like breath. He did not blink. The room was cold. The radiator ticked. A dry, rhythmic sound. It sounded like a clock counting down to nothing. "Again," he...

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